Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang

"Ho ho ho..."

The man in the jar had a hideous expression and a painful expression. The jar was one with it, but now it was broken open. To it, it was like disembowelling, but it was strangled by the throat, so it couldn't make a loud noise.

Zhang Zhiwei's Golden Light Curse is highly accomplished, and the golden light is so sharp that the jar cannot be stopped. With a "click", the body of the altar shattered, revealing the scene inside.

Flesh, the jar was filled with stinky, blackened flesh.

Among the flesh and blood, there was a small, pale body.

As the altar body shattered, the roaring stopped abruptly, and the struggling altar man became silent.

"Neither human nor ghost, dead?!"

Zhang Zhiwei thought that the man in the jar was dead, so he took a closer look, only to find that the man in the jar was looking at him quietly.

On that pale paper face, the eyes were clear, no longer the previous resentment and treachery.

Looking at the childish eyes of the man in the jar, Zhang Zhiwei was startled: "This is..."

Then, after the jar was broken open, the black flesh and blood inside were rapidly decomposing, and the pale body wrapped in flesh and blood was also decomposing, turning into black ash little by little.

As he was dying, the eerie-looking man in the jar, his eyes were confused, and he was muttering to himself:

"Mum...I'm hurting...Mum went to buy me candy...Mum disappeared...Gone...They took me to find Mum...They put me in a black jar...It hurts...It hurts... ..."

The man in the jar spoke incoherently, whispering intermittently, his voice getting smaller and smaller.

Getting smaller and smaller.

Until it disappears.

Zhang Zhiwei lowered his eyes, quietly watching the man in the jar decay rapidly, his flesh and blood turned into black ashes, leaving only a dry bone.

This is the body of a child.

From the words and phrases of the jar man before his death.

Zhang Zhiwei has a little understanding.

Mostly, the person in the jar was abducted by traffickers when his mother went to buy sugar for him, and then he was stuffed into the jar and became what he is now.

"Eat candy... I'll burn it for you after I go out!"

Zhang Zhiwei stared at the small dry bone for a while, then turned his gaze away, went to the corner, and checked the group of children who looked a little silly.

It was found that they were fine, they were just drugged and their minds were stunned for a while, so they breathed a sigh of relief, as long as they could be saved.

Afterwards, Zhang Zhiwei came to the child who had lost his limbs and looked like a seal, and checked, and found that the child had crooked eyes, slanted mouth, no sense, and had been tortured to the point of madness.

"How to deal with these children?"

Zhang Zhiwei sighed and looked in the direction of the third-class carriage. Up to now, the master has not asked at all about this matter, and it is obvious that he has to handle it all.

Seeing this situation, Zhang Zhiwei didn't bother Zhang Jingqing, how could he turn everything over to his master?

"If it is in later generations, you can call the police to deal with it, but now in the Republic of China, what should you do if you encounter such a thing?"

After thinking for a while, looking at the bloody floor in this section of the carriage, Zhang Zhiwei remembered the way the ax gang was handled in "Kung Fu", he should leave it to professionals to clean the floor, and he couldn't help it.

However, most of these children were stolen on the train. No matter how incompetent the patrols of the Republic of China were, it would not be possible to find the parents of the lost children.

After thinking about it, Zhang Zhiwei dissipated his golden light, and walked out of the coal carriage majestically.

This time, instead of using his ability to push the crowd away, he followed the crowd, squeezing back and forth in the crowded aisle, stopping and going.

This scene reminded Zhang Zhiwei of the subway during the morning rush hour in his previous life.

"Well...Thinking about it carefully, the subway should be more crowded. No matter how crowded the third-class compartment of this train is, it can still pass people. In the morning rush hour, the subway can't move!"

At this time, Zhang Zhiwei moved his ears, and vaguely heard someone crying in the crowd complaining that he had lost his child.

It is expected that it was Pai Hanako who took away the child's parents.

Zhang Zhiwei didn't remind him that he didn't kill the two train drivers. It is estimated that in a short time, these two people will call the police on the train, and at that time, those children will be rescued.

It took a while to return to the seat in the second-class car.

The young couple was still sleeping with the baby in their arms.

Master Zhang Jingqing meditated with her eyes closed on her seat. When Zhang Zhiwei came back just now, she opened her eyes and looked at Zhang Zhiwei:

"solved?"

"It's solved, but, Master, I met a person in a jar, who can blow paper into a knife, and is invulnerable. It seems to be controlled by this bell!"

Zhang Zhiwei handed the magic weapon bell to Zhang Jingqing, and gave a general account of the situation of the coal carriage.

Zhang Jingqing listened, played with the bell for a while, and said, "Have you ever heard of raising little ghosts?"

Zhang Zhiwei nodded: "Yes, I heard that in Nanyang, raising little ghosts is also called Gumantong. The specific operation is to use the souls of babies, raise them on dominoes, and then feed them with your own blood, which can bring good luck. Increase your fortune!"

Zhang Jingqing said: "There is such a saying, but the sorcery of raising little ghosts in Nanyang is not even the fur of our heretics in the Central Plains."

"Generally speaking, there are two types of little ghosts raised by the leftists of the Central Plains, one has no substance and is designed to deal with people's 'nature', and the other has a substance and is designed to deal with people's 'fate'. What you just met is the latter! "

"To make such a little ghost, you must first find a child under the age of twelve, trap him in a special jar, fill the jar with a special potion, fester their skin, and then feed him with the medicine raw meat, eat pot by pot.”

"If he can withstand the medicine and complete this series of steps without being tortured to death, then take a strand of his soul and seal it in the bell, then wrap it in a talisman on the jar, and seal it for seventy-seven forty-nine days. "

"After the deadline, it will be unsealed. If it is cultivated, this brat will become a handy tool, invulnerable to weapons, water and fire, and will turn paper into knives. Ordinary aliens are far from his opponent. "

"However, if you want to cultivate this kind of little ghost, the success rate is very low, and there is a high probability of dying in every link. The little ghost you saw in the altar, as a teacher, estimated that it would take about a hundred children to make it successfully. !"

Zhang Jingqing said without expression.

Zhang Zhiwei listened expressionlessly.

After speaking, the master and apprentice were relatively speechless, only the sound of the train clanging.

After a while, Zhang Zhiwei said: "The leader who shot Huazi said before he died that they were members of the Cao Gang!"

Zhang Jingqing nodded: "The Cao Gang is very big, and there are leftist monsters in it, no surprise!"

"How big is it?" Zhang Zhiwei asked, "Is it as big as our Tianshifu?"

"What do you say?"

Zhang Jingqing looked at Zhang Zhiwei with calm eyes and expressionless face, but fury was hidden.

He is very satisfied with Zhang Zhiwei's handling method, but he doesn't like Zhang Zhiwei's statement that Tianshi Mansion is compared with Cao Gang.

Faced with the master's rhetorical question, Zhang Zhiwei did not hesitate at all. He raised his hand lightly, turned his palm over, pressed it down slightly, and made a gesture that was as easy as turning the palm of his hand. He said with a face of reason:

"A group of dirty bastards who are only worthy of smelling the farts of our Heavenly Master's Mansion. This disciple will wipe them out!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Zhiwei saw the master looking at him quietly.